Once I was walking to the bus from a friends house, I was wearing longjohns at the time because my pants had various holes everywhere. As I was walking through an alley I had very immediately shit my pants, and a lot of it. So there was this big basket of poop in my pants. Luckily I was wearing the longjohns because they caught most of it. I took the ripped jeans off (tearing one half a leg completely). I threw the poop down, and proceeded to wipe my ass with the longjohns just as a big van pulled up. They stopped for a while (I guess admiring my asswiping skills). I put my pants back on, looking like an idiot because one leg was torn open. But so drunk and not having any sense of smell, I ended up taking that bus, a train, and another bus with a huge piece of shit still stuck to my leg the whole way. I didn't know until I got home to have a beer with my dad, and he said I smelled like shit.

There was a time (circa 1996-97) when I could barely step foot outside my house without having all sorts of weirdoes bothering me with silly requests/questions, from druggies inquiring whether I had coke to sell, to fucktards asking me if I worshipped the devil to regular Johnny-come-latelies stopping me by and telling me they liked Marilyn Manson too when seeing my Nifelheim shirt. It was only a matter of time before I decided to cut my one meter-long hair and put the word end to that annoying shit._________________Permabanned

Once I was walking to the bus from a friends house, I was wearing longjohns at the time because my pants had various holes everywhere. As I was walking through an alley I had very immediately shit my pants, and a lot of it. So there was this big basket of poop in my pants. Luckily I was wearing the longjohns because they caught most of it. I took the ripped jeans off (tearing one half a leg completely). I threw the poop down, and proceeded to wipe my ass with the longjohns just as a big van pulled up. They stopped for a while (I guess admiring my asswiping skills). I put my pants back on, looking like an idiot because one leg was torn open. But so drunk and not having any sense of smell, I ended up taking that bus, a train, and another bus with a huge piece of shit still stuck to my leg the whole way. I didn't know until I got home to have a beer with my dad, and he said I smelled like shit.

Well trust me it has, at least when you happen to live in very small towns and be the only long-haired guy wearing extreme metal shirts.

So what are the clubbers like when they come over all slicked out in the modern fashions and see your odd metal album collection?

Everyone sits about and makes jokes about how gross metalheads are ...cause with some other demograph to make fun of they can pretend no to be extremely self concious and overtly insecure for the moment?

Well trust me it has, at least when you happen to live in very small towns and be the only long-haired guy wearing extreme metal shirts.

So what are the clubbers like when they come over all slicked out in the modern fashions and see your odd metal album collection?

Everyone sits about and makes jokes about how gross metalheads are ...cause with some other demograph to make fun of they can pretend no to be extremely self concious and overtly insecure for the moment?

People I normally hang out with aren't the "guido" kind whose pics you saw on FMP666, they just couldn't care less what records I store in the house. Besides, I'm open-minded enough to have conversations with people that don't focus on music exclusively, you know._________________Permabanned

I worked with this one fellow who would go to the local music store and buy random black metal albums then come to me and ask how to pronounce their names. He then called me the "Vh1 of Black Metal".

Then there was some screwed up kid that tried to convince me Dimmu Borgir formed in 1984 and wanted to buy me a gas mask with accessories.

Oh yeah, I had a few drinks one time and sang "Turbo Lover" at a karaoke bar with a Playboy model.

Did you turbo love her afterwards?

At home, it's only some burnt out guy that makes me listen to his MP3 player whenever he sees me. It's ALWAYS Meshuggah. He once asked me my favourite band, telling me "it better not be fucking Dream Theater!" before I answered. Not many metal heads around here.

Me being drunk at a shop just chillin' with the homeboys.
Guy comes up to me because I'm wearing a Burzum T-shirt and says to me: "I like Burzum and I dig that you wearing this T-shirt, he did a lot for our cause."
Me: "What cause was that?"
Guy: "Ah, you know..."
Me: "Okay."

.... so how old was this guy

Probably between 20 and 25.

This was at a time when everyone "used to listen to Death Metal" in Iceland but only a handful of people in Kópavogur knew about Burzum and the rest.